I worked VERY hard to bring you this chapter, so please appreciate it! I don't own Hetalia! This chapter will finally bring in the one, the only, PRUSSIA! =D

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Turning the World Upside Down

Chapter Six: Boot Camp

Germany paced in front of a line of students, glaring his best icy stare. Behind him was a cheerful (Surprise, surprise) Spain, a gloating England, and a stone faced Austria. Germany fished a small, white piece of paper out of his pocket and began his spiel.

"Welcome to my Saturday boot camp. The first thing you need to know is that I am not here to be your friend. I am not going to hold your hand and guide you through this. This is a punishment and I expect you to treat it as such. Is that clear?"

A chorus of 'Yes, sir's followed in varying shades of enthusiasm. There was also one 'Yes Sir, Mr. Ger-chan captain leader sir!'. Germany sighed and continued. "You all are here for breaking various school rules. Do you know what they are?" A pause. Nobody spoke up. "Very well. Since you all seem to have forgotten, I will remind you."

He stood in front of the first in the line.

"Miss Elizabeta Hedervery. Refusal to cut your hair and a show of blatant disrespect to a student council officer." Hungary flipped a strand of hair over her shoulder pointedly and winked at Austria, who looked away guiltily, flushing a light pink.

"Mr. Alfred Jones. Cutting class and going through the hallways blasting bad music and a refusal to take off roller blades."

"Bad music?" he retorted. "You have no taste."

Germany stepped up to the next.

"Mr. Gilbert Weillschmidt." He ignored the casual 'Hi, West' that followed. "For... ah... streaking during yesterday's football game and slashing the tires of all school buses in the lot." Gilbert smiled fondly and Germany scowled.

"Mr. Lovino Vargas. Being disrespectful to a teacher. Cussing out said teacher. Spitting in said teacher's face. And attacking said teacher and attempting to physically harm him."

"Bite me." Spain chuckled behind his hand.

"And, finally, Mr. Feliciano Vargas. ...Why are you here? You haven't done anything!"

"Because I brought a picnic! And I want to have fun, too!"

"Oh. Um, right." Germany looked started for a minute, before regaining his composure. "Today might be the hardest thing you've ever had to go through. Some of you may not be able to handle it. I don't pity you." Hungary began to giggle. Germany's glare snapped to her face.

"I think we can handle it," she said calmly. "Can we skip the formalities and begin?"

"...Very well," said the blond tautly. "First, you must complete the obstacle course. It includes sand pits, a climbing wall, and barbed wire. I expect you to complete it in less than a half hour. For those who don't, well... you will have to face serious repercussions. Line up on the starting line."

They walked in single file, Hungary first, a confident smirk on her face. Next came Alfred, who grinned at England as they passed him and whispered "Watch me, Britboy," into his ear. England glowered, bright red, and America chuckled lightly. Then was Prussia, who was looking thoughtfully at the back of Hungary's head. Behind him was a scowling Lovino. Spain waved to him and Romano shot him the finger. Finally, participating for God knows why, came a skipping Feliciano who was whistling some irritating J-pop song. They lined up silently along a length of red tape, looking at Germany for the signal. Not looking scared or intimidated at all. Just... waiting.

"Wait," said Romano. He turned to America and whispered into his ear.

"Absolutely not. No way."

Romano mouthed a 'please' and Spain suppressed a stab of jealousy. He knew there was no possible way Romano would ever say 'please' to him- Romano couldn't stand him. America's resolve clearly began to crumble and Romano sighed, reaching into his back pocket. He pulled out five dollars and, quick as a flash, a grinning America pocketed it.

"Okay. Climb on." Romano, seeming embarrassed, didn't move a muscle, so America hauled him up onto his back, pulling Romano's arms around his neck. Spain's envy flared again and he barely managed to keep the docile grin on his face.

"Are you ready now? Okay... Go!"

America instantly shot off like a rocket, zooming by even with Lovino on his back. Hungary and Prussia began to run, both quick in their own right, but nowhere near as fast as America. Lastly came Italy, who was dancing cheerfully after them, in his own world as always.

The first obstacle was several rows of barbed wire, close to the ground. America merely took a running leap and soared over them all, jarring Lovino who was clutching his jacket desperately. Prussia and Hungary reached it at the same time, beginning to crawl under the wire simultaneously.

"Hey, girl."

"My name is Elizabeta or Hungary, which you would know if you were paying attention at all to Germany."

"I don't pay attention to my brother. Anyway, what's with the crazy Italian being carried by the stupid American?"

Hungary smiled dazzlingly, causing Prussia to blush and look away. "Romano is probably the least athletic person I know. He knew he wouldn't be able to finish the race in time, so America's lending a hand."

"For five bucks," Prussia clarified.

"He may be stupid, but he knows how to make a profit."

Meanwhile, Italy had reached the barbed wire rows, pricked his finger accidentally on one, and was currently sitting on the ground crying. Germany made a move to go over and comfort the pathetic freshman, but he froze on meeting England's confused gaze. He crossed his arms and looked away.

"He's weak," Germany remarked blandly, trying not to give himself away. England just nodded, still not really understanding.

America finished the entire obstacle course in ten minutes flat. He struck a victory pose for about five seconds, then realized that Romano had been asleep for about five minutes. He gently loosened the stranglehold Romano had around his neck, then eased the brunette into his arms and lay him on the grass. At exactly 23 minutes, Prussia and Hungary arrived at the end of the course. Italy had no chance of making it, as he was still crying at obstacle one, but Germany didn't have the heart to punish him when he was sobbing so pathetically.

Hungary grinned and straightened up from her collapsed position on the ground, Prussia following her.

"Hey, girl- I mean Elizabeta." Hungary turned curiously and Prussia smiled. "You're pretty awesome."

Hungary beamed. "Thanks, Prussia!"

"I mean, for a violent, PMSing girl."

Hungary's right eye twitched. "BASTARD!" she screeched, putting her hands on his shoulders and kneeing him in his 'vital regions'. While he fell to the ground with a groan, Hungary turned on her heel and stomped off. She looked around, trying to calm herself, before she noticed Arthur and Alfred bickering, Alfred looking happier than he'd looked in a long time. Spain was sitting next to Romano, absently stroking the sleeping freshman's soft brown hair. A little farther off sat Germany, who was carefully bandaging Italy's small wound. Hungary began to chuckle to herself. She felt a game of matchmaker approaching rapidly. First thing was first, however: She was taking down that stupid no-dating rule if it killed her.

While Hungary was planning her conquest, Austria had walked over to Prussia, who was lying on his back in a dazed stupor. "You alright?" asked Austria.

"Holy crap," said Prussia, red eyes wide, staring into the sky and ignoring the hand Austria had extended to help him up. "I think I'm in love."

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HAHAHA Mild cliffy! Hungary has a resolution, and Prussia has a crush on a girl who just kneed him in the crotch! Aren't they crazy? Review if you agree!